Shaye walked into the kitchen, stopping when she saw Scutter.
" What are you doing?" She asked.
" Baking pot brownies." Scutter replied. His horns peeked through his hair, and his body seemed distorted, long, and limber.
" What's up with you?" Shaye asked, putting the kettle on.
" I'm homesick." Scutter admitted.
" I wanna go back home, and relax for the next century, but no, I have to haunt you guys until you admit to a deadly sin you have committed."
Shaye's throat tightened up.
" Why?"
Scutter shrugged, turned away, and resumed baking with a renewed passion.
" I don't know what you guys did, but I'm supposed to force you to admit to your sins, so you can get into Purgatory."
" What's Purgatory like?" Archer asked, rolling into the kitchen.
" And who took my weed?"
" That would be me." Scutter said.
" Purgatory is very, very bland. Like.. the stale white bread of the underworld. Do you want a pot brownie? I just made a new batch."
Archer groaned loudly.
" You really are a devil."
Scutter laughed.
" Yep! And you are a human. I thought we established this."
Archer rolled over, grabbed the brownie pan, and rolled back out of the kitchen.